Now, run, run back to your own thread, run, and don't turn back! Run, and you might just find your beloved rum bottle...
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Now, run, run back to your own thread, run, and don't turn back! Run, and you might just find your beloved rum bottle...
erk!
shudders and looks like she might collapse
"rum! oh my rum!"
Do you ever have the feeling that you're not speaking english?
Nein. Ich spreche nur English, immer.
Warum?
That's about what I thought...
I blame that parrot Birdy for taking the rum bottle.But it seems to have been found.
Don't know if anyone remembers me(and I did have a few more posts than that, but I lost them).
I was the one who had a txting obsession with a boy! Well I've managed to cut down on that slightly.
I miss Firebird. Any news?
(slips Bran a wad of cash for the pics, and grabs a towel)
Ooooooh. I see. I will never scoff lycra again.
*holds a wet mop watching everyone try to dry a dry floor with their towels*
What an interesting scene.... that rum must be really good.
*grabs the wet map, whacks dwim with it, then faces him, weilding the mop like a sword*
ok, ok... I'll drink your rum.
*takes the bottle of rum and drinks it*
damn that was good...